Sun she burns mean and big I think I'll go to cafe noirBig screen turns me on I'm gonna be your western starHow hard can it be? I get my freon bingo inside your cool soft sarongRolling on the moquette inside a cul-de-sac kampongHow hard can it be? How hard can it be when you're a western star? Shining and free don't you know that a star burns best? How hard can it be? I said now how hard can it be? She's so sentimental she's got my picture in her headThe tool-man is in her dreamsI was lifted when she said how hard can it be? And now he's headed skyward standing up on piles of plywoodAnd all he thinks about is how he looks like heroes-period bowieAnd his figure blocks the lightAnd he takes away the nightAnd he's dancing to the new boleroYou soy un pistolero I'm not shakin' in my bootsI'm ruler of this moon boy so if you move I shootsHow hard can it be?